We left!

Caught the 10:40am Ferry and didn’t hit anything driving on to it.

I was worried.

Drove off the Ferry and realized we hadn’t set up GPS…. So while freaking out driving the Beast down the road we ended up detouring and going somewhere I’d wanted to go for years. The Capilano Suspension Bridge. We circled about sixteen blocks and the park itself three times before finding parking then checking to see if we’d be ticketed or towed. We “should be ok.” I’ll take it.

It was lovely. Jam packed with people like sardines in a can, but fun.

No words needed. See attached photos.

We sang like people who don’t care at one point in the drive.

I slapped myself in the arm for about 10 km to stay awake at one point in a road with nowhere to pull over. Sav had no context for “What the heck are you doing ?!” when she woke up. Then we found a random river… ok not so random, but the drive there was.

We tried to get gas. Turns out some places don’t allow vehicles over 2 tons. I have no idea what we are. But getting out of their sucked so much. Then we went across the road. We got gas there and then got slushies and ice. The slushies were a sorry. I was snappy, way more than needed about two things. Driving that thing in the wrong place makes you all flustered, hot and sweaty like life in menopause I imagine. I apologized and we talked as we always do.

 

You realize how much you think of others in your own actions in these situations. I was very conscious of my jumping n the water, not like the others. I was there after a long hot drive. So I went in with a bar of Dove soap… I know because Savannah threw it to me at one point and it sunk. Ivory floats. So myself, the soap and a wash cloth had a lovely bath while all others smoke and hung out with their families… some commenting, wondering why I was doing that. Well I sure felt better after. Max splashed a bit. Not much he’s in an RV and a went 108lbs dog would be nasty people… just nasty. Savannah swam and I washed her shoes as I bathed. I kept thinking who cares? Really, I’ll not be back for a long time and likely never see these people. But at the same time I was very aware of my actions being unlike anyone else’s in the water, and it got looks. I felt so great after.

 

Then we drove and drove and drove. We drove until we got to Hope. We stayed at Telte Yet Campsite. They cost 35.00 which is steep considering they ran out of TP and paper towel at one point. A nice lady backed me in when she saw Sav jumped out to help. She also had “’Supes old RV too Mom” Yes, yes she did. We matched in our aged Beasty glory. I showered. Still loving every one of them. Taught Sav about bathroom floors, to ear flip slops and never drop your towel. The last lesson came a little late. In the shower I washed half our laundry. Take that for your 35.00. For that I got a warm water cycle wash and cold hose water rinse later. I dumped the grey water on the ground. Yes, I’m sure that’s a huge no no but it’s dishwater people. In a place of beige dead grass, it probably loved it. I still accomplished this later at night so as not to be spotted and ran hose water. All was going well until Savannah yelled out the window (we discussed the taboos of this prior to execution of the act) “Hey Mom are you done yet?” There goes my sneakiness.

Later we she was snappy. After a big ‘ol discussion and some time to herself in the RV as I worked she came out asking for a hug and offering an apology. She’s already written out her level of sorry in her journal and that I’d forgiven her. I did. Of course. We went inside and tidied and slept. Day one done. Many more to come. She said she was surprised that this was really happening.
Me too
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